In a bathroom connected to Tokyo Dome's locker room, Clara stood looking in the mirror over a sink, her mask in her left hand. To say she was nervous would be an understatement. She felt her heart would jump out of her chest over the anxiety she was feeling.
"C-come on...s-s-snap out of it...it's ok...it's just...a match...semi-main event...on your first A-Class Pay Per View...in the most important venue in Japan...one of the most important arenas in the world..."
Surprisingly, her heart was beating even faster. Her anxiety made her feel sick at her stomach, the feeling of just one wrong move in her entrance, one wrong move in the match might paint her not as a competitor in LAW...but as a joke, made her want to go home.
In truth, she had lost more than a handful of matches in the company so far. A win here would pull her out of the small losing streak...a loss would sink her even deeper...possibly to the point of no escape...just like a lot of other companies without a Lightweight division she performed in...
Knock knock!
"WAAAH!"
Startled, she turned to the entrance of women's bathroom, seeing a crew worker peeking in:
"Umm...Ms. Gaster, everything is ready for your entrance. 2 minutes, if you please..."
Silently, she nodded, crewmember walking away satisfied. She put on her mask, and looked at her hands, flexing her fingers...imagining a piano she would be playing in a short bit...
Exiting the locker room, she expected Navi to be there, just as she had been about 20 minutes before she needed some alone time for herself, but she wasn't...could the blonde have gotten so upset that she decided to leave?
The question lingered in Clara's head for a few seconds before she shook it out of her head. Navi was an adult, she could do whatever she wanted. GASTER had a match to worry about...
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A short minute after Aoi's entrance (and her impressive new look), the arena grew dark and a small fog fell on the starting edge of the entrance ramp, and the crewmembers would quickly wheel out a piano in the darkness. Navigating through, GASTER quickly took her place, siting at the piano. She had rehearsed the start of her song a million times before today...there is no way she would mess up...
"5", a loud whisper came from behind the scene, unheard by the crowd...
"4"
"3"
"2"
"1"
"Go"
Steinway To Heaven
GASTER started to play the Danny Baranowski track on the Piano, other instruments joining in electronically (sadly, the company couldn't afford a small musical group to play the track. "Maybe next time", a short worker in a white suit told her)
She would continue playing for a good minute and 7 seconds before rising up. Her mask would be incredibly prominent on the titantron screen as she turned around...before she cackled maniacally, and made her way towards the ring. Everything was going on perfectly with her creepier than usual entrance...and it would remain that way, as she safely crossed over the wet area of the ramp cause by Alex's sprinklers.
She stopped a few times during her entrance, to make sure her loud cackle was heard by all in the arena, before finally arriving at the ring. She would take a boom mic from one of the workers, and roll inside the ring, and stand up alongside her 2 blue opponents.
"Tonight, I'll keep this short, both my speech, and me beating the Lord on Not-Cool, and the perverted blue warrior. In a short while, both of you would be at my feet, begging for mercy...when I would have none to share...and both of your attempts at beating me would be forgotten by the multiverse at large...and only the memories of the crimes you have committed against my royal self would remain...", she would finish, eyeing both of her rivals. Alex, who she thought was truly lord of Cool, until she stole her mask...and Aoi, who embarrassed her in front of the world in a Bra and Panties match just a few short months ago. Tonight, she was determined to make both of them pay...
Quickly taking off her hoodie, the present from Asuka, and passing it and the mic to the same worker she took the mic from a second ago, she would stand at the corner. Under her mask, her game face was on. The only way she wanted to walk out of here is as a victor...